Friday, June 22, 2018

Poetry Friday - Not Now

Whew! It's Friday again. This week's Poetry Friday is hosted by Michelle Kogan so check out the poetry on offer. 

I have quite an active two-year-old. Perhaps it's just part and parcel of the age. Sometimes the idea of going to the same neighbourhood park again and again gets a bit boring, but for the active toddler, or other young child, that plain open field with a few trees and some playground equipment is still full of possibilities.

This week's poem came to mind after my son tried his best to avoid leaving the park to go home. There were still more things to see, and he was determined to get one last look around. I guess it's only natural. We all try to hold onto good times, don't we?


No, not now 

No, I do not want to go,
I'm never going back.
I'm too busy getting dizzy,
It's fun and that's a fact.

No, I do not want to go.
Of course, why should I?
Don't you see I'm merrily
going down the slide?

No, it's much too early.
I can see it with my eyes.
Not as long as there is sun,
hanging in the sky.

Yes, mum, you can go ahead.
Leave me, I'll be fine.
I'll be running in the grass--
How long?
For quite some time.

- (c) e. mauger 

Busy exploring the dirt

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Poetry Friday - Yesterday's Poem

Hello Friday, my old friend!

Er, well, in my neck of the proverbial woods it's more like goodbye. It's one minute till midnight and thus the weekend rolls on. But when you're like me and you spend your days chasing after a toddler (or being climbed on!) the line between weekday and weekend becomes less distinct.

Either way, this week's Poetry Friday roundup is at Kiesha's Whispers from the Ridge so check it out and see what all the other poets are up to!

At the moment I'm pretty bummed after hearing about Anthony Bourdain's death. Celeb chef. Explorer of simple questions like how food can colour an experience or highlight cultures--both local and abroad. There's no illusion that any one's life is always bed of roses, regardless of how it looks on the outside. Or whether or not we wished we had what they had. It's always jarring, though, when someone decides to take their life because of it. (wherever you are there's options)

I've been a bit behind in writing anything but I didn't want another Friday to slip away. It'd become another excuse not to keep up the habit. I flipped through my notebook and found an acrostic poem I started drafting some weeks ago. Somehow it seems fitting.

Take care of yourselves, friends.


Yesterday

Yesterday we always chase
Even when the birds do sing, of
Sun and all tomorrow's things.
Try and try with all your might to
Erase the shadows
Reaching out.
Decide from now that there's no before
Accept the now.
Yes, today, no more.

(c.) e. mauger

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Poetry Friday - Wish upon a star

In the news this week - aside from the numerous posts flying around about being GDPR compliant - was Wednesday night's attempt at passing the Guinness World Record for the most number of people looking at the night sky through telescopes at once. ABC's Stargazing Live enlisted the help of thousands of Australians across the country to take part. In 2015, 7,960 people set the record - this year the sort of official tally was over 40,000! Throw in a couple of new supernova sightings and you get one astronomical party :) (pun intended)

For this week’s contribution I decided to write a mask poem from the point of view of the night sky. There’s so many forms and being kind of a newbie at poetry (unless you count all those angsty teen poems scribbled in notebooks from high school) I find it difficult figuring out where to start. Anyway, a quick attempt on my part.

Is it me or did the sky start to sound creepy in the end?

The Night Sky

Across the land
thousands gazed
through telescopes
a lunar haze

But what you see
is just a part,
No one knows
the end or start.

Billions have died
in my sky before
Planets, stars
and so much more.

Soon you’ll be
with me too,
You're part of me
and I,
you.

(c) e. mauger

Maybe one of these days I’ll have the Poetry Friday schedule on this blog, but in the meantime I have to get the scoop elsewhere. This week is hosted by Margaret on Reflections on the Teche.

Have a good weekend!






Friday, May 18, 2018

Poetry Friday - Library livin'


I've been listening to NPR's Story Corps podcast lately. The episodes are quite short so it's easy to get through a few of them. You can learn a lot from listening to simple stories of the lives of others. Of course everyone has a story, but how often are we open to asking about them? Last week I came across a story of an older gentleman who spent some of his childhood inside of a library when his father was a custodian at the New York City Library in the 50's, and later on raised his daughter there until she was 5. You can read/hear more about it here.

And that, my friends, was my inspiration for this week's Poetry Friday.

Library Livin'

From the street
you never know
the secret life I live
behind these doors.

Shovelling coal
to keep things warm,
dusting shelves
till they shine gold. 

But sometimes when my friends come by,
I bury my face and try to hide.
And even though at first it seems
that shame adorns these books and things,
I think upon my privilege
cause words provide the knowledge
that no money can buy. 

So come on by
the library!
It is my home
and no matter what,
my home it will always be.
(c) e. mauger

This week's Poetry Friday host will be over at Sloth Reads. Go on and see what else is happening! 

Friday, May 4, 2018

Poetry Friday



From the Mouths of Babes

Belly
Bird
Yummy (too)
Wow
Momma
Vroom Vroom
No 
Bear
Uh oh 
Moo

These are the words
I say to you.

- © e.mauger

After discovering Poetry Friday I was excited that for at least one day of the week I'd have a guaranteed topic. For those of you who aren't familiar you can find more information here from the No Water River blog. April was National Poetry month and many clever poets came up with projects to busy themselves with. Over at Poem Farm, Amy VanDerwater spent the last month writing about the constellation Orion in 30 different ways. I wanted to try my hand at something so I just chose the first form on her list, which incidentally is a list poem!

I fought with topics like the weather, but after re-reading some words I scribbled down earlier today I realised that they had a certain rhythm to them. I wanted to do an inventory of some of the words my two-year-old says. He was born a few months early, and because of the higher risk of developmental delays for prems I've become more interested generally in early childhood education and issues around speech and language. More about that later on this blog - probably.

Anywho, this Friday's roundup is being hosted by Brenda over at Friendly Fairy Tales

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Welcome to the water's edge

Hello little blog.

I confess. I'm not much of a swimmer, which is bad considering I live on the island-like continent of Australia. But perhaps it's apt to start out calling this blog 'The Water's Edge'.

Sometimes you don't know where you're going until you make a start. Both fear and wonder hold you at the edge of a vast ocean. And even when you commit to taking the plunge you're bound to find something unexpected - new twists, new turns. The wonder that kids have in abundance and the desire to follow it is sometimes lacking in adults. But we can reconnect with our childlike wonder by thinking back to who we once were and examining the world the next generation is faced with.

This blog is a place for me to navigate my thoughts with regard to the world of kidlit - both writing and the illustrations that often accompany them - as well as education and the journey children go through from infancy and beyond. This work in progress will likely change the further along it goes, as all things do.

Hope I get to meet some new friends along the way. My next post will be for this week's instalment for 'Poetry Friday'!